Good morning once more from Starbucks where the coffee is still meh and the staff remains woke. There are blue mullets. We should say that the ton or so of staffers behind the counter (seriously, combined these people could displace a tremendous amount of water) have been nothing but polite and friendly. We just tried a shot of an olive oil espresso and had a pleasant conversation about the drink's texture and taste.
Okay, one barista saw our Israel cap and we later heard her talking about Israeli 'war crimes'. Maybe we're just being paranoid. [Maybe? You think the feds are out to get you-Ed] You have another explanation for that electric company truck out front this morning? [Gee, I dunno, maybe there's an electrical line problem?-Ed]. That's what they want you to think.
The fight in Khan Unis seems to be going extremely well for the Israelis. Israel Radar reports the IDF has killed 3000 Hamas terrorists there. Do we believe that number? Let's just say we approach the body count with great caution. Or maybe Hamas is desperate to hold Khan Younis and forcing their terrorists to stand their ground no matter what. [You're wish casting-Ed] Perhaps, but sometimes wishes do come true.
The indefatigable Doulgas Murray interviews Prime Minister Netanyahu. Nut graf, as the J-School losers would say: the war in Gaza will be won, Hezbollah will withdraw north of the Litani or there will be war in Lebanon. The IDF has withdrawn another armored brigade from Gaza.
Hamas is 'studying' Israel's offer. You think? Hamas wants the war to stop and Israel to withdraw from Gaza. Bibi says no. We'll say it once more, Bibi negotiates complex Knesset coalition deals for breakfast. We think he can handle this Arab trash.
We have done all we can to the Battle of Tromso Fjord chapter at the moment. We'll put it down and move on to the Swedish Intermission.
Great googly moogly, we're already tired of hearing about Andy Reid, Patrick Mahomes, Travis Kelce, Taylor Swift, and the Chiefs.
We've told this story before, but we'd be remiss if we didn't tell it once more. Thirty years ago tonight we attended a Super Bowl party thrown by a dear friend across the hall from our dorm room at Wesley College, Dover, Delaware. This was the second Dallas-Buffalo Super Bowl, and we were doing a shot for every Bills turnover. They'd lost the ball nine (9) times the previous year. In the corner was a girl we'd just met, our new roommate's friend, looking at us like we were an idiot frat boy, which we were. I married her.
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